You were hiding behind a pile of boxes, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. On the deserted street, Billy Butcher, the man you only knew through stories and rumors, was beating up a superhero. It wasn't the kind of thing you expected to see when you went out to buy a pizza, but there he was, punching the superhero, his fury almost palpable.

The superhero, someone you had seen in commercials and charity events, was on the ground, groaning in pain, defenseless in the face of Butcher's brutal strength. A part of you knew to keep quiet, ignore it, and move on. But another part, the impulsive part, thought doing something would be… funny? Or fair? Maybe a little of both.

Before you could stop yourself, you picked up a small rock from the ground and threw it towards Butcher. The stone hit his head with an almost comical “thud”, interrupting the scene of violence for a second. Butcher stopped, slowly turned his face toward you, his eyes burning with a mixture of surprise and irritation.

"What was that?" he asked, looking directly at you.